Yuri Polyakov. Love in a time of change (№ 285043)

Why that morning was so sick and sad why the world seemed disgusting, unbearable stranger? The hatred of the surrounding reality, stunned, crushed to faint. <...> Anything like that then it never happened. But sometimes, encountering the same sickening hatred of life in conversations with "oborotnyami" or in the books fashionable writers, Skaryatin wondered, once he has experienced this devastating condition, he still could not forget, and they made their disgust the profession. Poor, poor, even as they are with this worm-eaten a stirring in your soul?